Stolen Moments (Part I) - Part I
[Negros talkin and chattin]
Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what
Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what
Down da-down-da-down-down-down, what
Down-da-down, check it, check it
There was a Hardy boy mystery I was tryin to solve
Can't understand who the **** was involved
Back from a show I had came, hopped off the plane
In my mind home was pictured and rest was the frame
My God came and grabbed in something less than a Caddy
Go buy them gas and food was less than a cabby
As we approach my tilt, paranoia in my bones had built
By the lock on the door, a hole was drilled
I opened it to the kitchen floor my heart nailed
In my s*it, somebody had broke in like a mitt
My mind started swingin and who I thought the glove fit
As usual, ****** is suspects
Who did I tell I was going out of town
Not too many people, I guess the word got around
The people upstairs should have been disturbed by the sound
Must have came during the day when at work, they was found
At the mount I stand folded than tie
Askin who done it
**** Hitchc**k, I got the fifth c**ked
About to go wild hunted
Whoever did it had the nerve to chill and get blunted
And left a roach in the ash tray, I had cleaned out the last day
Before I left, this thief decided to play chef
With the beef in the fridge to cook chicken breast
I'm kickin what s*it was left all around the house
Thinkin whoever came in on me is out
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation, yes it is
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation, hear me now
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation, yes it is
It's a frantic situation
It's a frantic situation, hear me y'all